Sleep last night was peaceful, Murky had been too worn out to properly dream, but not traumatized by the day in a way that gave him nightmares. It was just a few hours of uninterrupted peace.

Morning, at least as close to dawn as Fillydelphia ever got, the glow of the sun filtered red-orange through the clouds and smog, gradually lifting over the edge of the wall and lighting up the tallest buildings first. Murky felt the grogginess that came with sleeping for too long, it was strikingly similar to the feeling of not sleeping enough but without the constant need to go back to sleep.

He stirred slightly, wondering for just a moment if any of the previous day had actually happened. Stern's arm rested around him, blanketed by her wing. His eyes opened partially, realizing he wasn't dreaming. Stern's wing outstretched, quivering as she took a deep breath followed by a yawn as she was awoken by Murky's slight shifting, "Mornin', Murk." Stern grumbles, her voice gravelly after sleep. Murky didn't recoil when she brushed a hand over his mane.

A familiar stirring between Murky's legs came back, he'd ignored what little of it came by yesterday during the petting, but this time it refused to be ignored and Murky didn't realize it was... pressing into Stern until it was far too late to... maybe angle his hips away, or try to squirm back a bit, anything to not make her angry.

Stern gave him a sleepy grin, one he'd learned to recognize was malicious only in the sense she was being playful. "What have we got here?" She says, before Murky could even sputter a panicked apology, he hand wrapped around the girth of it, using the soft palm rather than the sharp talons. At which point, Murky anxiously noted that having talons was really useful but they sure made it difficult to touch something you didn't want to tear to shreds. He was thankful she knew what she was doing.

Murky didn't stop her, he didn't want to, she was the nicest mare. Mare? What was the griffon version of the word mare? Murky's thoughts washed out to a silence as Stern's hand moved, rubbing up and down the length of his mottled cock. With a gasp and a quiet "Whoa." the little pegasus shifted his hips, almost pushing into Stern's hand while she worked what felt like magic.

It didn't last more than a minute. Before Stern could really get working a shockwave of electric pleasure rolled across Murky, his wings seized up along with the rest of his body as he fired several volleys of a warm mess across Stern's feathery plumage. Murky went limp, laying down while the world stayed just out of focus.

Stern wasn't done yet, her hand came back and gently wrapped its digits around Murky's still-pulsing cock. He must've been overly sensitive, because her slightest touch rocked his whole body, each slight movement overloading his nervous system. She let go, leaving him to catch his breath while she cleaned off her chest and neck with a spare rag. "You pop off a little quick. Not an issue, we've got a long time to improve." she says, not looking at him.

Something about her tone made Murky feel like he wouldn't be getting out of here any time soon. Not that he cared too much, his mind still recovering from the hard reset Stern had just given it. Murky rolled in bed, getting closer to Stern who responded by laying an arm over him. "You got another round left in you, Murk?" Stern asks quietly, it had only been a few minutes, right? How long had they just been laying in bed together?

Murky still felt drained, though he was not '18 hours of slave labor' tired, he knew he wasn't going to be ready to do that again any time soon. "I... I don't think so." he answers, not to Stern's anger, but a playful understanding.

"Want to try putting that mouth to use?" Stern asks curiously, her voice free of authoritative tone, testing the waters and seeing what Murky was okay with. "It's only fair." She adds, making known her hopes that Murky would say yes to this relatively vanilla request of hers. It seemed he'd not even been touched by slavers and had gone his entire life without seeing any "action".

Murky was slow to realize what Stern was asking for, probably slower than he should have been given the morning's events. He'd seen slavers do similar things with slaves, but there had never been a slaver interested in him this way thankfully. With his cheeks beginning to flush again, he nodded. Stern adjusted herself on the bed, laying back against the headrest while her hindlegs moved apart.

The artist in Murky took a few moments to appreciate the view, even when his gaze zeroed in between Stern's legs and he realized it was only slightly different from all the mares he'd seen. With his height, he'd seen a lot of mares, for drawing of course! Murky Number Seven is no pervert! The griffon's nethers were more subtle and less pronounced than a mare's and with little to no change in coat color. Proportionally, it was a little smaller over all than on a mare.

Murky, you sly dog, you have been looking at mares like that. Quite a whole lot too.

The runty stallion settled himself down between Stern's thighs, a few anxious breaths drawn as he worried about doing this right. He tried to find a reference from his memories or something to follow but only recalled the time he'd walked in on Wicked Slit sitting on Whiplash's face while calling out Red Eye's name, luckily he'd gotten out of there quickly. If Stern sat on his face, he'd probably die, so that was out of th-

"Are you just gonna stare?" Stern asks, sounding more confused than annoyed, Murky was a few inches away and it seems she'd gotten settled in for the fun. Fun which never came because Murky had caught himself up wondering if he'd survive Stern sitting on his face.

"I've never..." Murky trailed off, "How do I...?" he felt that would ruin the mood, though he had a pretty good idea of what he needed to do. The basis was that muzzle met griffon parts.

Stern spoke up again, "You've seen ponies do it, right?" the griffon points a talon at her own crotch, "It's the same concept, you just use your mouth."

Stern was really being patient with Murky, maybe it was because male griffons had beaks and couldn't do these kinds of things. He leaned in, slowly dragging his tongue across Stern's labia and getting a surprised chirp from above. He stopped and raised his head up to look at her with worry, had he already messed up?

Stern regained her composure, pointing a talon down for him, "Yeah, you figured it out." she sighs peacefully as Murky goes back down, his head shuffling between her thighs.

Murky had barely gotten going, crudely working the griffon's sex with his tongue, much to both of their satisfaction. There was a pounding on the door that made Stern and Murky freeze up, their tender moment quite thoroughly ruined.

As Stern got off the bed to go answer the door, a million bad things flashed through Murky's mind. What if it was the overseer, coming to tell him he was late for his shift. He imagined Whiplash barging into the room to beat him, "You miserable little whelp! Did I say you could skip work?!" though Whiplash had never said these things, Murky could hear it clear as day. Would Stern stop him? Murky's mind flashed with her barring him entrance, maybe shoving him back into the hallway onto his rump and shutting the door.

The door opened, revealing another griffon standing with a calm demeanor, they sported charcoal gray feathers and were giving Stern a bundle of clothes. Her armor from yesterday! Sweet relief rushed through Murky's mind, his general paranoia leaving him be after scaring him a bit. He listened in, feeling a little bad about wanting to eavesdrop, but so curious about the griffons he'd never really gotten to see up close until yesterday. "Red Eye's calling a brunch meeting. Says he wants to meet the newest residents in the roost."

Murky thought for a minute, newest residents? Was Stern planning on keeping him here? Well, that would be preferable to the Fun Farm. Red Eye's here? What's brunch? The door shut and Stern set the bundle of armor on a nearby table while she got dressed. She stared at Murky for a brief second, then turned away from him as she bent down to angle her wings through their hole in the barding. Murky's thoughts went back to imagining Stern sitting on his face and how he'd foolishly brushed it off as an impossibility. He needed to find a way to make that work. With a knowing grin, Stern's tail swept to the side, hiding nothing from his prying eyes before the armor covered her up.

Murky realized he really, really liked griffons now.

Author's Note

Footnote:
Quest Perk added: Roost Membership
You've got friends in high places, literally. Griffons in Fillydelphia are now non-hostile and you have access to the Talon Inn Tower.